Logan curses and follows close on Ellie's heels, not wanting her to get lost in whatever the mirror turns out to be. He expects it to be like all the other times he's walked (or been thrown) through a portal into another life, that swooping headachey sensation of a universe being rebuilt around you. Instead, it's more like taking a step through a doorway into another room.

Another hallway. Except this one is brighter, quieter. Full of windows, doors, more possibilities. There's no distant howling storm, just calm and sun-warmed wood.

And Ellie standing there, as real as she was by the fire.

"Hey, kid. Here." He holds out the copper pot for her to take.